-Waiting-
"Do you love me Temperance?" he whispered into her ear, a hand brushing aside a soft curl. She shivered at his touch, as well at the sound of his voice.
"Do you even have to ask?" she replied, her voice just as low. "You're the heart of our partnership Booth-" His voice cut across hers.
"Do you love me Temperance?" And then he waited, just like he always did, it was then that she realised they had stopped dancing, that his eyes had caught and were holding hers. It was in his eyes that she saw the trust, the utter sincerity in his question. Her resolve crumbled and she felt all her arguments about love, all her doubts about giving herself to someone fall away and land in a heap on the floor.
Moving her lips to his ear, she took a breath before answering. She could feel the way he held impossibly still, anticipating her answer. Just waiting.
"I do love you Booth. More than you possibly know."
